we were destined
to break
so don't claim
that you didn't know
the lachesism
was integrated into us
from the first touch
would someone
give a baby
a glass cup
and react with
bewilderment
when the glass
shatters?
so why would you
take my heart
when you knew
everything would end
in brokenness?
and most importantly
how did i continue to
hand myself over
unwillingly
and
desperately
out of hope
for you to eventually
handle me with care?
YOU ARE READING
mercury reaches its morning peak
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